Concussed

I don’t listen to my body. Or, perhaps more accurately, I fail to trust what I hear. This shortcoming traces back to high school when I ignored a stress fracture until it rendered me unable to walk. “It’s probably just shin splints,” my mother scoffed, sensing an attempt to weasel out of cross-country. “Go to [...]

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Carrot and Stick

Griping about the weather on Twitter and Facebook feels too obvious, so I’ll do it here. Can we get on with spring already? I can handle the usual April showers when nestled amid sunshine and warmth. These blustery 30-some-degree days, however, they send me into a fetal position on the couch. Someone in my home [...]

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New Sensation

“I shaved my legs,” my husband, Chris, stated casually as he sat on our brown leather sofa with his bare legs stretched out across the coffee table. “Wha …?” I’d just returned from my writing class. My shoes and jacket barely came off before he blindsided me with his naked limbs. “Oh my. You did.” [...]

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